I immediately jump up, dodging some notebooks. I go to grab my knife from Johnny Apple, who barely eludes my grasp... the knife clatters to the ground, and I snatch it mere seconds before Apple can. I jab him in the foot before taking my knife and running out of the tunnels as fast as I can. I know from experience that it isn't in one's best interests to be underground during an earthquake....
I find my way out and, in a rush of adrenaline, am able to heave the trap door open even with the weight of the rock on top of it. Once I'm on the surface, I take a few moments to catch my breath before closing the trap door and putting the rock back in its place. Maybe, just maybe, Johnny wouldn't be able to get out for a while. I stick my knife in my combat boots and take off again, with no particular destination in mind.
Apple, that bastard! I thought I was done with him for good! It's like I can't escape that little fucker... I think. All that time travel shit... what could he be planning? How did he cause this earthquake?
My train of thought is disrupted as I almost fall face-first into a latrine ditch. "Fuck!" I scream, although I'm relieved I didn't actually fall into it. The stench is overpowering; I can only imagine what it would smell like with my nose two inches deep in it.
As I take some step backs, I find myself asking, "Whose latrine is it?" It being Apple's is highly unlikely. Is there a native peoples that lived here? Could it be the other plane crash survivors? That seems unlikely, considering a camp would most likely be closer to the site of the crash, which is on the other half of the island. I wonder what the other survivors are up to....
I step over the latrine fairly easily, scrunching my nose up in disgust at the foul odor emitting from it. I silently thanked fate that the Underground had working plumbing. Despite being learned and adept in survival tactics, I'd be the first to admit that shitting in a trench is something I hope to never get used to.
As the sun is setting, I come upon the beach. The ocean is a gorgeous crystal blue color, merging with the orange and yellow sky. I smile, and pick up a loose stick. I etch the Japanese kanji and okurigana for beautiful in the sand: 美しい.^ The waves wash it away within seconds, but it is forever. I fall asleep under a palm tree that night. >> (1) Read as うつくしい (うつく being the hiragana form of the kanji), or rather "utsukushii" in romanji. Okurigana is the hiragana that follows the kanji, in this case being しい.~*the more you know*~
Megumi Kurosawa -- Day Eight
I immediately jump up, dodging some notebooks. I go to grab my knife from Johnny Apple, who barely eludes my grasp... the knife clatters to the ground, and I snatch it mere seconds before Apple can. I jab him in the foot before taking my knife and running out of the tunnels as fast as I can. I know from experience that it isn't in one's best interests to be underground during an earthquake....
I find my way out and, in a rush of adrenaline, am able to heave the trap door open even with the weight of the rock on top of it. Once I'm on the surface, I take a few moments to catch my breath before closing the trap door and putting the rock back in its place. Maybe, just maybe, Johnny wouldn't be able to get out for a while. I stick my knife in my combat boots and take off again, with no particular destination in mind.
Apple, that bastard! I thought I was done with him for good! It's like I can't escape that little fucker... I think. All that time travel shit... what could he be planning? How did he cause this earthquake?
My train of thought is disrupted as I almost fall face-first into a latrine ditch. "Fuck!" I scream, although I'm relieved I didn't actually fall into it. The stench is overpowering; I can only imagine what it would smell like with my nose two inches deep in it.
As I take some step backs, I find myself asking, "Whose latrine is it?" It being Apple's is highly unlikely. Is there a native peoples that lived here? Could it be the other plane crash survivors? That seems unlikely, considering a camp would most likely be closer to the site of the crash, which is on the other half of the island. I wonder what the other survivors are up to....
I step over the latrine fairly easily, scrunching my nose up in disgust at the foul odor emitting from it. I silently thanked fate that the Underground had working plumbing. Despite being learned and adept in survival tactics, I'd be the first to admit that shitting in a trench is something I hope to never get used to.
As the sun is setting, I come upon the beach. The ocean is a gorgeous crystal blue color, merging with the orange and yellow sky. I smile, and pick up a loose stick. I etch the Japanese kanji and okurigana for beautiful in the sand: 美しい.^ The waves wash it away within seconds, but it is forever. I fall asleep under a palm tree that night.
>> (1) Read as うつくしい (うつく being the hiragana form of the kanji), or rather "utsukushii" in romanji. Okurigana is the hiragana that follows the kanji, in this case being しい.~*the more you know*~